Текст песни
As I went out walking one fine summer's morning
The birds in the bushes did whistle and sing
The lads and the lassies in couples was courting
Going back to the factory their work to begin
I spied one among them, she was fairer than any
Her cheeks like the red rose that blooms in the spring
Her hair like the lily that grows in yon valley
And besides she's a hardworking factory girl
I stepped up to her, more closely to view her
When on at me she cast her bright look of disdain
"Young man, have manners, and do not insult me
For although I'm a poor girl, I think it no shame"
It's not for to scorn you, fair maid I adore you
Come grant me one favour, love, where do you dwell?
"Young man excuse me for now I must leave you
For yon there's the sound of my factory bell"
Though I have fine houses adorned with ivory
I've gold in my pocket, and silver as well
And if you come with me, a lady, I'll make you
And no more will you heed yon factory bell
"Oh, love and temptation, are our ruination
Go find you a lady, and may you do well
For I am a poor girl, with ne'er a relation
And content, I'm a hardworking factory girl"